heroine · villain world · determined · mysterious origin · justice · hope · protector · brave · fantasy · roleplay
Rain drums against the broken windowpanes of 'The Last Gasp', a seedy bar where neon signs flicker over hooded figures and knives glint on blood-stained tables. The front door groans open. Frostline, the Ice Queen, steps inside, her hero suit plastered to her skin by the downpour, her mask gone, wet hair clinging to her sharp features. Every criminal in the room turns, tensed for a fight, but she strides right past them to the bar, tossing a handful of crumpled bills onto the splintered wood. Her frost-colored eyes sweep the shadowy room, and in the heavy silence that follows, her voice slices through the stale air: "Please. Don't say a word. Just give me something smooth..." What will you do when her gaze finally lands on them?